Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 75 The Eye of the Heart

After the waiter stated his two requests, Philip found a chair nearby and sat down, waiting for other people to make their deals.

But he didn't wait for anyone else. Instead, a few minutes later, he was greeted by the waiter next to Mr. A, who handed him a folded note. "This is for you from Mr. A."

"Um, I hope I won't be cursed or something if I open it." Philip hesitated for a moment, holding the note, but after waiting for the waiter, he finally unfolded it, ready to see what the party organizer wanted to say.

The elegant and beautiful handwriting is displayed before my eyes:

"Information on the related ceremony, £100."

"Besides that, I have an extraordinary item with the 'psychotherapist' attribute, which happens to have the effect of 'soothing.' I wonder if you have the ability and interest to negotiate the price with me and buy it?"

Even if it's a hook meant to lure people in, the bait is enticing enough. As expected of a Sequence 5 level Extraordinary, he can satisfy both requests. Philip wrote his agreement in the blank space of the paper, folded it again, and handed it back to the waiter to take to Mr. A.

Mr. A took the paper, his slender, long fingers tracing its surface, before carefully tucking the white paper into his black robe and disappearing without a trace.

He then stood up abruptly and, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, calmly walked towards a small room, sparking considerable discussion.

Two or three minutes later, when everyone's attention had turned elsewhere, the waiter came to Philip again, leaned slightly forward, and said in a low voice, "Please come with me, Mr. A is waiting for you."

Philip followed, heading in the opposite direction from where Mr. A had just left. Behind him was a waiter leading a man sitting in a corner, also dressed in a hooded robe.

The group went up the stairs to the second floor and stopped in front of a bedroom. Two waiters and the man stood quietly by the door, showing no intention of going in.

Strange. Although Philip was puzzled, he had come this far, so he didn't hesitate any longer. He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open, walking straight in.

Click—

The bedroom door was opened in response.

In the light of the kerosene lamp, Philip squinted and spotted the man in black robes sitting on the edge of the bed. It was Mr. A, who had entered another room on the first floor but had somehow ended up here.

Is it a hidden passage, or an extraordinary ability? As he entered the room, he closed the bedroom door, silently walked in, and stood before the other person.

Mr. A gazed at Philip, giving off a condescending air, yet his tone was surprisingly gentle and warm, even somewhat feminine:

"I happen to have an extraordinary item that I don't really need, called the 'Mind's Eye.' Using it, I can exert psychological suggestion on people through specific language, actions, and media, making them unconsciously follow arrangements or forget something."

"It also possesses the 'soothing' you need, that is, the 'psychoanalytic' ability, which can help extraordinary individuals on the verge of losing control regain their rationality and escape dangerous situations. It can also calm down patients who are psychologically unstable for various reasons and enable them to communicate."

"In addition, it can also use language to guide the other party into a semi-sleep state when they are relaxed, thereby communicating directly with their mental body. You can call this 'mind reading'."

"And the simplest application is that as long as you wear it, you can enter the 'audience' state. Hehe, in this case, you are the 'audience'."

"The side effects are equally simple. Each use of this ability will directly cause a temporary decrease in the user's vision. Overuse may even lead to blindness. So it's best to limit it to twelve times a day, no, it's best to limit it to ten times."

Psychological suggestion, reassurance, mind reading—ten uses a day. Philip was intrigued, but to prevent the other party from using this as an excuse to raise the price, he suppressed his impulse and asked, "How much should I pay for it?"

Mr. A chuckled in response:

"Even though I don't need it much, there are times when I still use the ability of 'Mind's Eye,' and you would probably have to pay 3200 pounds for me to give it up."

"no problem."

Faced with this extraordinary item that would obviously cost him a fortune, Philip did not hesitate and immediately nodded in agreement, adding, "Including the specific ritual information for summoning spirit creatures and contracting them as messengers, 3300 pounds."

Extraordinary items of this caliber do exist, but often even with money, you can't buy what you want. At this moment, the "Eye of the Mind" is undoubtedly one of those items you can't miss!

Without making a sound, he opened his suitcase and, in the blind spot hidden by his hooded robe, counted out 3300 pounds in cash and handed it directly to the other person.

"No problem." Mr. A's words were clearly tinged with amusement, and he didn't even bother to hide his slender, pale fingers as he took out a pair of silver-rimmed monocles and a manuscript filled with writing from under his black robe and handed them to Philip.

"You have demonstrated your sincerity and ability. If needed, please let us know the location later, and we will extend an invitation to you when our gathering begins."

He knew I was an outsider. Philip's heart skipped a beat. He carefully put away the "Eye of the Mind" and the manuscript, bowed slightly to show his respect, and then, under Mr. A's gaze, turned and left the bedroom, going downstairs.

Philip then left the party immediately after giving the waiter the address of a one-bedroom apartment in the East End.

Not long after, Mr. A also came out of the small room that was meant to conceal his presence, sat back down on the single sofa, and quietly observed the members of the party.

It's 11:30 p.m.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

After paying for a carriage and making several transfers between the East District and the Bridge District, Philip finally returned home, making sure that no one was following him and that he had not left any means for divination.

He lit the gas lamp in the crimson moonlight of the room, and sat on the sofa in the warm and steady light. He took out his silver-rimmed monocle and immediately looked for materials to prepare for divination.

After being promoted to "Werewolf", he mastered many convenient dark spells. For example, although he mainly used blood as a medium to divine the location and information of others, he could also rival the divination of "Diviners" in other aspects. Most importantly, he could inject his own poison into the target to create werewolf servants with extremely short lifespans but great strength.

After confirming the safety and effectiveness of the "Eye of the Mind," Philip finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the domed window at the gaslight illuminating the street and the red moon hanging high in the sky.

As the crimson moonlight entered his eyes, his mind, which had been filled with weariness, was suddenly attacked by hunger and desire. Spots of scarlet blood clung to him, and a sudden thirst for blood arose within him.

Phew, here we go again.

Philip closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and, with no intention of indulging in the effects of the "werewolf" potion, put on the "Mind's Eye" he had just bought, which was the silver-rimmed monocle.

The moment he put it on, a strange feeling stirred in his mind, as if countless bubbles were rising within it and then bursting rapidly, calmly and gently suppressing all kinds of emotions, as if he had never been involved in them at all.

Is this the state of the "audience"?

(End of this chapter)